He was smaller than the other Sols.
His hair was dark.
His face was pale.
He wore no pendant.
No silver thread.
No familiar clothes.
He looked at Jude.
Then at the fourth Sol.
Then at the third.
His eyes filled with tears.
"You came back."
The fourth Sol stepped forward.
"Who are you?"
The little boy smiled.
"Don't you remember?"
The third Sol moved closer.
"Are you the one from the cradle?"
The boy shook his head.
"No."
"Then who?"
The child looked towards the enormous tree.
"I'm the one who was never born."
The older Jude closed his eyes.
Jude stared at him.
"Another one?"
The older Jude nodded.
"How many are there?"
"I don't know."
The child picked up the eyeless wooden bird.
Then he looked at Jude.
"You brought the others."
Jude crouched.
"Who are you?"
The boy smiled.
"I don't have a name."
"Why not?"
"Because nobody remembered me."
The fourth Sol looked at Jude.
The third Sol looked at the tree.
The child continued.
